…is a good day.
I work myself up sometimes, I really do. I know I’m crotchety. I’m impatient with people. My sense of humor is warped, and a lot of people JUST DON’T GET ME. It’s not that I’m misunderstood, it’s that I’m a bitch. OK, so I’m also misunderstood.
So, I get on myself about it. I analyze EVERY DAMN THING I say to people. I’m constantly double guessing, trying to figure out how people are taking me.
This is one of the reasons I spend so much time alone. And it’s why I do better with critters than with people. It’s part of the reason why I start a blog and then NEVER POST ANY DAMN THING in it.
But see, last night, when I came in to work, one of the new deskclerks was working. And she told me she was glad I was coming in, because she had a question about how to do something, and she knew that I would, A) be able to help her figure out how to do it, and B) not make her feel bad for not knowing how to do it.
And since my job is, essentially, figuring out what the desk clerks have screwed up or don’t know how to do, and helping them do those things correctly in the future, that made me feel pretty damn good. All my hard work is paying off. I’m starting to make my place here.
So yeah, it’s a good day.